Chapter Fifty Two.

Okay, I received this piece of email the other day, see? Thing is, I don't think I know the guy who wrote it, not by the name which was on it, at least. I don't know why he's told me that which he did, but I thought it would make a good chapter of LG (the second chapter by a 'guest' who may never know that it was 'published').

Date: Thu, 6 Mar 1997 15:10:39 -0800 (PST)
To: [email protected]


	I wrote a letter to the hairdresser.  She should have gotten it 
three days ago.  She won't be calling.  ?)

>From my journal, early Feb 1995
	My housemates are three journalists from developing countries 
studying here on Fullbright fellowships.  Pramit's wife Indrani is also 
staying here for a couple months.  They're very cool but inevitably 
Indrani ends up doing most of the housework.  She complains about it, but 
today when she found me cleaning the bathtub she felt like she had to 
help.  I pointed out that there wasn't really room for both of us to work 
in there so she just watched me for a while.  Then she went downstairs 
and got some Oreos and came back to watch me while she ate them, and she 
offered me one.  I help up my hands, sudsy with anti-mildew cleanser, and 
said, thanks but.  She said Oh I'll feed you.  And I said No, I wouldn't 
be comfortable with that.  For heaven's sake why not, she asked?
	And what I didn't have the entrails to tell her was that if she 
laid that cookie on my tongue, it would be the sexiest thing a woman as 
exotically, potently beautiful as she had done in my life. (Not to 
mention one who had just asked to climb into the bathtub with me...)  So 
I said OK.  And she finished her cookies and scrubbed the sink and we 
talked about nothing.

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Originally Posted 3/12/97

Last Revised 8/14/97